Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2003 11:38:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Kevin Van Hout
Subject: Dalton 3
This story is a work of fiction intended only for adult readers. The
licensing of this story in no way affects its copyright, which remains in
the author's sole possession.
I had been away from my gym for 2 weeks at a conference out in San Diego.
When I returned, my assistant manager greeted me warmly and asked me to
follow her into my office. She closed the door as I sat down behind my
desk.
"Did you know that Dalton swings both ways?" she asked abruptly.
Feigning ignorance, I looked her in the eye and said, "I had no idea, not
that it matters one way or the other." My assistant manager didn't know I
liked dick, she didn't know I'd fucked Dalton and he'd fucked me, and she
obviously felt comfortable discussing other employees' personal lives with
me.
"Well, while you were gone, I heard he fucked Randy," she said with a grin
from ear to ear.
I paused a moment, absorbing the news. "Has Randy said anything?" I asked
in the tone of a concerned businessman, attempting to disguise my more
private emotions.
My assistant manager chuckled as she sat down across from me. "That
18-year-old's never been happier." As she continued with her story, I
couldn't help but visualize the encounter between Dalton and Randy in my
own mind.
Randy had just turned 18 about a month before Dalton began training at the
gym. Randy had been an all-star high-school gymnast until he injured his
rotator cuff while trying to complete a quadruple flip on a floor pass at a
national competition. After that injury, Randy realized he would never
compete in gymnastics again. He still enjoyed hanging out with his
teammates at the gym they all used to train at, but Randy decided to get
some experience at a personal gym because he thought it might be a business
he'd be interested in running someday.
When I interviewed Randy, I hired him -- not because I found him
attractive, I didn't. Randy was young and slender, but his muscles were
tough and brawny. He stood a mere 5-5 but weighed 165; his body fat had to
approach 2%. Randy's hair was dark brown and straight, somewhat thick in a
fashionable way. His eyes were dark and enigmatic, but in them I saw a
sincerity I admired. I hired him as a towel boy and promoted him to desk
greeter within 2 weeks. His friendly demeanor would get him far in the
world. Apparently, Randy's easy-going nature would get him far with people
in general.
I wasn't there when Dalton met Randy, but Dalton had told me prior to my
trip that he was getting along well with The Kid, as he liked to call
Randy. At the time, I didn't think much of Dalton's comment because I was
more focused on my next opportunity to cream deep inside Dalton's heavily
muscled ass.
According to my assistant manager, she had to call in sick last Friday,
which left Dalton in the gym all day with Randy coming in to work the desk
after school let out at 2 p.m.
Just as Dalton finished up with Ms. Jenkins, a blonde, 36-year-old client
who kept paying for a weekly session with Dalton just so she could feel his
rugged touch on her breasts as she purposely misapplied the bench press,
Dalton ran into Randy as he stood behind the desk, greeting other gym
patrons.
"Hey, kid," Dalton whispered as he put his strong right hand on Randy's
right shoulder and let it rest there for a couple seconds.
"Hey, Dalton, how's it hangin'?" Randy replied with a smile.
"So," Dalton continued, "how did your date go last night with your
girlfriend, Sara?"
Randy hesitated and then looked Dalton directly in the eye as he spoke: "It
didn't go so hot. She wanted to go 'all the way,' but I just wasn't in the
mood, I guess."
Dalton continued looking into Randy's eyes as Dalton moved closer to stand
next to Randy. "Kid, that happens to the best of us, even me, from time to
time. Nothin' to worry about. Sometime I'll show you how to get your
juices flowin' so you can really stick it to a wet pussy hole."
They both laughed as Dalton walked away to meet his next client, Jon
Edwards. Jon was 42 but looked almost as spectacular as Dalton. Jon liked
to work out with someone he considered "an equal," but he also liked to
work out with someone who would grab his ass cheeks and support him every
time he completed his squats.
On Fridays, the gym closed to the public at 6 p.m. At that time, the place
was deserted. Dalton escorted his last client out the front door while
Randy went back into the locker room to pick up the towels. As Randy
finished picking up the towels and walked toward the laundry facility, he
felt Dalton's forceful body come around the corner and follow him into the
laundry room.
Randy pushed the towels into the final load of laundry as Dalton entered.
"So, Randy," Dalton asked, "do you want me to show you what I do with a
woman when she's horny and I'm disinterested?"
Randy nodded cautiously.
"OK," Dalton continued, "but I'm gonna have to use you as my model."
Randy waited and then nodded his approval.
Dalton moved closer; their bodies practically touching as Dalton untied
Randy's track pants. Dalton had never so much as looked at an 18-year-old
stud like Randy before, but he liked Randy, he trusted Randy, and he wanted
to make Randy feel confident and satisfied. At the same moment, Randy
thought about how he'd always wondered what it would feel like to
experiment with a guy, doing the things you'd normally do with a chick.
Randy liked Dalton because Dalton had always been open with him. Randy
admired Dalton's Atlas-inspired body, his bronzed skin, and his chiseled
countenance. In fact, Randy even admired Dalton's cock -- something Randy
had seen by a peek in the locker room on a prior occasion. Even soft,
Dalton's cock was smooth and demanded attention, the head bobbing slightly
askew as Dalton had walked from the showers to his locker with a towel in
his hand.
Randy's mind reeled back to the laundry room as he felt Dalton's hand slide
along his already stiff cock, no underwear to get in Dalton's way. Randy
breathed in quickly as Dalton's toughened grip took hold of Randy's young
man dick. Randy was 7 full inches but only 3.5 inches wide. Dalton's fist
rubbed slowly up and down as Dalton tightened his grip on Randy's prick.
Randy's hands acted on their own instinct. His left hand reached around
and massaged Dalton's hefty ass cheeks, covered by a thin sheath of nylon
stretch shorts. Randy's right hand massaged the front of Dalton's tight
nylon shorts, Dalton's cock and balls packed in tightly at the juncture of
his solid muscular legs. Dalton let out a quiet sigh as Randy continued to
rub his pouch. Dalton's cock began to grow, pressing firmly against the
nylon material and trying to escape its confines.
Dalton began to speak: "Randy, I'm only doing this to show you the kind of
shit you can do with girls. I don't care when you do it or whom you do it
with. I just don't want you to get freaked out about this shit later on.
You and I are just role-playing, and thinking back on this experience will
give you plenty of stamina when you find yourself with some girl who
expects you to fuck her like a princess."
Randy quietly agreed, though he could barely understand Dalton because his
mind was racing. His hands seemed like robotic arms that could relay the
sensation of Dalton's package, yet Randy's mind was too overwhelmed to make
much sense of it.
Dalton removed Randy's track pants, and Randy kicked them into a corner of
the small laundry room. Randy tried to remove Dalton's nylon shorts, but
Dalton sternly said, "not yet," as he knelt down on the laundry room floor.
Dalton stated: "First, I'm going to show you how to eat out a woman's
pussy." Just then, Dalton turned Randy's muscular thin frame around in his
bulky arms. Randy's alabaster mounds of gluteus stood poised. Dalton
parted Randy's perfectly smooth ass cheeks with his hands, slightly opening
Randy's virgin pink hairless hole before him.
As Randy supported himself against the washing machine, Dalton spit into
Randy's man hole and began tonguing around the young man's tight sphincter.
Randy's erection jerked up suddenly as he felt Dalton's spit leak inside
him. Randy could feel the air upon his ass hole for the first time, just
before Dalton's tongue danced upon his tender skin.
Dalton's tongue glided across Randy's baseball-sized muscular ass cheeks.
Dalton stretched Randy's cheeks further apart with his hands as Dalton
pushed his tongue quickly up against Randy's sphincter and then suddenly
removed his tongue from that spot. Randy's head lolled back in surprise.
Dalton smacked Randy's ass playfully and dove in to the juicy virginal hole
again.
As Dalton licked Randy's hairless hole and inserted his wet manly tongue
into Randy's tight orifice, Randy's cock began to ooze salty precum.
Dalton continued to lick around and in Randy's tight man hole, but Dalton
let go of Randy's baseball ass cheeks, leaving his tongue buried deep
inside Randy's young man crevice. Dalton's right hand leapt around and
gently fingered Randy's precum around Randy's swollen cock head. Randy
pressed back against Dalton's tongue, which inserted itself even deeper
inside Randy's ass tunnel. Randy's sighs became more passionate, more
guttural, and more animalistic.
Dalton withdrew his tongue and turned Randy around once more. Randy's
prick smacked against Dalton's shaved chin, and Dalton grabbed Randy's cock
with his open mouth. Randy's cock slid deep inside, resting on Dalton's
able tongue. Randy could barely withstand the sensation of having a muscle
god sucking his prick. He asked shyly, "Dalton...how is this going to help
me...do some chick?"
Dalton let Randy's cock slide out of his mouth as he looked up at Randy and
answered: "You'll always remember me sucking on your dick, and that will
get you hard any day."
Just as Randy was about to shove his 7-inch stick down Dalton's throat,
Dalton stood up. Dalton turned Randy around again, so that Randy's hard
muscular ass was facing him. Dalton stripped off his nylon shorts in two
swift kicks. Dalton removed a small packet and lathered a clear liquid
onto his massive 7.5-inch cock.
Randy paused and knowingly asked, "Is it going to hurt?"
Dalton gripped Randy's face, turned it, and looked into Randy's eyes: "Just
in the beginning. You have to know how it feels so that you know how to
act when you're fuckin' a hot virgin."
Dalton turned Randy's head back around and slid his man meat up Randy's ass
chute in one slow movement. Dalton told Randy to breathe in and out, to
manage this sensation. Randy breathed quickly, and his breathing slowed
after a couple minutes.
Dalton began to withdraw his cock and then slide it back up further into
Randy's tightly gripping muscle ass. Randy opened himself, and Dalton
shoved himself intently. Dalton rocked back and forth very slowly as Randy
shot streams of cum across the laundry room floor and the front of the
washing machine. Randy whispered "keep fucking me" as his arcs of cum
continued to spill from his high-school cock.
Dalton withdrew after a couple minutes of Randy's sphincter closing tightly
on his bulldog cock. Dalton turned Randy back around, so that Randy faced
Dalton for the final play. Dalton pushed heavily on Randy's developed
shoulders, pushing him to the ground on his knees. Dalton stood over him
and told Randy to stroke Dalton's dick. Randy complied. Randy's gymnast
hands gripped Dalton's steel cock. Randy stroked Dalton's demanding cock
as Dalton's mushroom head grew bigger and turned a deeper shade of purple.
Dalton let out a yelp as his cum escaped his cock, landing on Randy's lips,
cheeks, and hair. Dalton's cum streamed out of his heavy shaft, and some
of it landed in Randy's mouth.
As Dalton finished and removed his grip from Randy's shoulders, Dalton
stated: "That last part was to show you the power and the taste of a man's
cum. Keep that in mind when you're blastin' it between some chick's tits."
Randy stood up from the floor of the laundry room and reached around to pat
Dalton's luscious muscle glutes. At that moment, Randy wanted to force his
own dick inside Dalton's ass tunnel, make the muscle god bow down before
him and worship his cock, plant his cum deep inside his muscular mentor,
but Randy knew that day was not today. They both left the laundry room and
the gym several minutes later.
My assistant manager told me most of this story without flinching. She was
dumbfounded and couldn't quite believe it.
I asked her: "So, what makes you think it happened at all? Who told you
this?"
She replied: "I know, I wouldn't have believed it myself, if I hadn't heard
it straight from Derek's mouth." Derek was a semi-professional bodybuilder
who trained at my gym occasionally. I'd given him a key for the door
because I'd known him for the last 15 years. Neither Dalton nor Randy knew
previously of Derek or his unlimited access to the gym because Derek
typically trained after the gym was closed.
My assistant manager continued: "Derek said he saw almost all of it as he
stood outside the laundry room, watching the whole scene."
"Does either of them know about Derek watching them?" I asked
incredulously.
"Apparently not," she replied. "Derek said so far he's only told me the
story."
I stood up from my desk and excused myself from my assistant manager. She
probably thought I would talk to Derek later because I was concerned for
the business, but I actually wanted to talk with Derek to learn the truth
of his story for myself.